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Half-a-dozen of them came tumbling into the passage with torches and pikes. There was a great smoke, some blinding patches of light, everywhere else a sooty darkness. By the time they were up to the buttery there was nothing to be seen but a boy sitting on the flags with a dead boy on his knees. Maulfry had gone. As for Vincent, Love had killed love sure as fate.
"I must go. Good-bye, Isoult. I shall see you again, I am very sure." "I hope you will. Good-bye." He did not dare so much as touch the bed, but went out at once to make his report. He had questioned the boy a dull boy, but he thought honest. Assuredly he had seen no lady on his way. His lies deceived Maulfry, who would have known better but for her proneness to think everybody a fool.
If Maulfry had been less summary with him she might have prevented the inevitable; but like all people with brains she thought a simpleton was an ass, and kicks your only speech with such. Vincent and Isoult, therefore, became friends as the days went on.
"Come then, we will find the horses." Isoult looked down confusedly at her grey frock. "You little jay bird, who's to see you here among the trees? Come with me, I'll set you strutting like a peacock before I've done with you," said Maulfry, in her mocking, good-humoured way. They went together. Maulfry had hold of Isoult by the hand.
A door even was pointed at, smiled and winked at, passed by light-foot as they went along the gallery. Maulfry had a biting humour which sometimes led her further than she was aware. She kept Isoult in a fever by her tricks; by this particular trick she risked a different fire jealousy. For of the four persons who made up the household, she alone went behind that door.
"Maulfry!" said Vincent with a shiver. "Hush!" "It is late to see Messire," said the page. "He will see me none the less, young gentleman." "Wait where you stand. I will fetch his squire." Isoult got up. Vincent was already on his feet. "Shall we go?" asked the boy. "Wait," said the girl. "We must get rid of Balthasar." Balthasar came in with his message to Roy.
"Isoult, dear Isoult, I have hurt you, I who would rather die, I who am very fond of you, Isoult. Look now, be yourself again think of this. He may not be ill by now; he is likely much better. I will find out for you. Trust me to find it all out." "No, no, no," she whispered in haste; "you must do nothing, can do nothing. This is mine. I will find out" "Will you ask Madam Maulfry?" said Vincent.
She dared not go out for fear of missing Prosper. She grew so tight-strung as to doubt of nothing. Had Maulfry told her he would be with them to supper on such and such a night, she would have come shaking to the meal, rosy as a new bride, nothing doubting but that the next lift of her shy eyes would reveal him before her.
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